By: Peter Dang
I look up to the skies
with my littles eyes
the Sun, its smile
with the heat as warm as a deep hug
As bright as the smartest minds
A producer to the consumer
Light into power
The Sun is the hope
of all who believe
and wish for true bliss, greatness, and purpose
It sleeps and wakes
as does an alarm clock
In an endless cycle
of inspiration
For honor and glory
Our pride
The feeling of peace and tranquility
shrouded in pleasant thoughts
Never blown out
like a candle flame
How wonderful you are
the Sun
I love how the sun portrays a warm type of scenery and I love how good and warm this poem makes me feel.